Hybrid.
Gamer: So . . . anything to say about this?
Proto: No, not really. Actually I'm a little interested as to how you're doing this.
Gamer: Oh, cool . . . usually you just strangle me for thinking up ideas like this.
Proto: No, no not today. I actually wanna see what this will be like.
Gamer: Cool. OH, uh, hello there everybody. I am the GAMEEEEEEERHD! And this is Proto!
Proto: HELLO!
Gamer: Welcome to my new fanfic, 'Hybrid', a Predator/Boku No Hero crossover. In this story, Inko Midoriya's child was taken while she was hospitalized after giving birth to Izuku. Afterwards, the Yautja MIXED Izuku's DNA with their own, leading to, you guessed it, THE HYBRID! On his 15th birthday, Izuku is sent to Yuuei to learn new skills and to find better fighters, for- DUN DUN DUUUUUUN. The hunt. Vote in the review section for Izuku's future girl, she'll be announced next chapter! As for updates, they'll be rather mixed as I have a couple other fanfic's going on too, so there may be only 3 days between a chapter, or a whole month, so, sorry in advance. ALSO! Izuku's name is now, Xier, with his human alias being Hanto, derived from Hanta which means Hunter in Japanese.
Proto: Now, Gamer and I will say this ONCE! And only ONCE! Neither of us own Boku No Hero, nor do we own Predator, nor are we making money from this. We won't say it again, so remember, the only thing we own is this fanfic, and the plot. Done? Okay, good. ENJOY!
Gamer: ENJOY!
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Thoughts.
Yautja speak.
Chapter 1: Mission Abroad.
Xier of the Yautja, was strange. He knew this from day one. For starters he was a good foot smaller than the other Yautja, and his skin was pale, by their standards. And his skin always felt odd, in either forms.
That was another strange thing about him, he was two yet one at the same times. After much meditation under one of the eldest of elders, Xier discovered his 'Human' side. A slightly smaller, yet equally pale body with no mandibles. Human's always intrigued him, due to being at least partly a human himself. His birth mother was also a mystery to him, though as far as he was concerned the Yautja were, his family, albeit a strange one.
And standing in front of him was the 'Father' of his family, an 8 foot tall Yautja with mottled orange and brown skin, his lower right mandible severed by the legendary Xenomorph Queen. He stood above Xier, clad in imposing black armour, his gaze locked with his 'son' as Xier gazed right back.
To Maxri Ka Pesh, Xier was as much his blood son as apprentice, as it was his DNA that was injected into the small body of the infant. Xier was different by their standards, but Maxri was truly proud (though he would no say as such) of his son. Xier may be small be he was fast, and truly agile, with wit and intelligent to match. From a young age Xier could work their technology with precision and deadly accuracy. Though he was small, Xier brought multiple satisfactory trophies, such as the skulls of a pack of Cliff Racers, creatures that flew and ran in packs of up to 20. That was the day Xier became one of the blooded. And today was the day he would become one of their best. Today was the day that Xier would fly to his home planet and attend a training facility known as Yuuei by the humans, a building froth with strong opponents, and would lead Xier to many beautiful hunts of the humans known as 'villians', a name given to the powered beings of this age.
It surprised the Yautja, to find that the previously powerless humans were being gifted the abilities most would only dream. But this was a perfect opportunity to allow the Yautja to find even more glorious hunts. And in approximately 7 years (the estimated time for Xier to return to Maxri and his people) Xier would bring a bounty of trophies and tales of his hunts.
"Xier Ka Pesh, you stand before me as a blooded Yautja, clad in the armour of our people. Today, you will journey to the earthling home under the guise as your human form, and in 7 earth cycles, you will return with trophies of your hunts, with tales of blood and honour, with GLORY!" Maxri roared, raising his fist in the air as his vanguard followed suit, their echoing voices rocking through the hull of the Yautja bridge. "You have trained and fought, with blood spilt and wounds taken, and you have risen above such pain. Today you hunt, as a man, as a warrior, as a YAUTJA!" Maxri continued, his vanguard giving another roar to the sky. Turning, Maxri faced a table laden with Yautja weaponry. With pride in his blood, Maxri held a Yautja mask designed in the shape of blackened wolf skull, the shape given by Maxri himself to present Xier's speed, intelligence and ability.
With a nod to his father, Xier took hold of the mask and placed it upon his head. With a click the mask was locked into place, and Xier gave his own roar to the sky, this time alone as Maxri nodded in pride. His vanguards moved forward, and with respectful nods began to place the rest of the weaponry upon Xier's body. A dual set of shoulder mounted blasters, a computer gauntlet to control his technology, the bladed wrist guard, a set of computer controlled discs and, for ceremonial purposes, a necklace made of teeth of various kills made by Xier. And finally, a shining silver Combi Spear, made of material to resist the acidic blood of the Xenomorphs, to be gifted by the father to the son.
With reverence, Xier grasped the spear and thrust it into the air, giving a roar that was joined by his father and the vanguard, the sound reaching throughout the entirety of the ship as more and more of the Yautja workers joined, knowing of the mission for one of their young.
With a Yautja salute, the act of beating one's fist against their heart, Xier turned and followed two vanguards to a separate hull, where a striker class Yautja ship, built with long engines and a sleek hull was being held, prepared for Xier's journey, fitted with weapons and holding more equipment inside. Turning, Xier gave the Yautja salute to the vanguard, and boarded the ship, the control system already programmed to fly, directly to Earth.
3 days later.
Xier, or Hanto as his alias, was in human form, a green haired boy with matching eyes that reached to possibly 5"12 in height, (his Yautja form was 6"5) for conspicuous purposes. Around him were the hopeful faces of the young humans who were also to attend Yuuei. Though unlike him, they were uncertain of their acceptance into the school. Hanto knew he would be accepted, he felt it in his blood.
The previous two nights had been spent hacking into the school files while also forging his own, from this day forth he was 'officially' Hanto Hasashi, a child of the state. An orphan. This would give him plausible deniability as to why he has no parents. He did not, however, search as to what the exams would be like, as that would give a completely unfair advantage and would unsettle the possible fight or hunt that would ensue. Plus, it was more fun that way.
With determined steps, Hanto stepped into the amphitheatre that would hold the introductory to the practical assessment. Hanto had already taken the written exam and was confident as to his success. He was taught more than combat.
Following the lead of the crowd, Hanto sat and waited as a man with spiked up blond hair and orange glass took to the stage.
"ALRIGHT! Listen future students, cause this is how it's gonna go! In front of you is a sheet with all you need to know about the practical assessment! But I'ma explain everything now, SO! Listen up viewers, cause this is it, you and the rest of your buddies will all be dropped into an arena with robotic villains, each one is worth 1, 2 or 3 points. Your score will be what decides if you get into the hero course, or no. Can I get an 'OH YEAAAAH!'?!" Present Mic shouted, though no one joined in with his enthusiasm. "Tough crowd, eh that's okay, now LET'S GET TO I-" "Excuse me!" A prim voice interrupted. A young man dressed in a smart white and blue suit stood, his hair immaculate and his glasses clean as he raised his hand.
"You only described the points earned by three villains, yet on the sheet it describes four villains, if this is an error than it is totally unbecoming of Yuuei! AND YOU!" Glasses suddenly shouted, pointing to Hanto with an accusatory finger. Hanto was tempted to break it. "Is that really an appropriate attire for an exam!?" Glasses questioned. Hanto looked down at the clothes he 'burrowed', a black sleeveless vest (unzipped at the front) made of leather, with dark grey jeans and black and white shoes, 'sneakers' if he remembered from his anthropology classes. Though the the fact he wore no shirt underneath his vest may be slightly distracting to some, Hanto couldn't see what the big problem truly was. "You are in an educational system fit for the best of the best and you proceed to wear no shirt, have you no shame!?" Glasses continued. Huffing, Hanto turned to Glasses and gave a glare that chilled his blood.
"If someone has a problem with what I wear, they can say it to my face, but don't act so fucking high and mighty as to tell me what to do or you'll find yourself needing a glass eye instead of glasses." Hanto threatened. Glasses gulped and sat, his mind reeling on Hanto's threat. Sweating at the tension, Present Mic decided to intervene before someone was injured. "Aaaaaalright than! Everyone get prepared for the practical, cause it starts SOON!" he yelled, loudly I might add.
Following Present Mic's instructions, the crowd made there way to a city wide arena, with most oohing and ahhing at the sheer scale, and Hanto had to admit that he himself was a little impressed by the ingenuity. Turning, Hanto decided to take a moment to analyze those around him. One other contended was a round faced girl with a brown bob cut, and, if Hanto looked carefully, seemed to have pads on her finger tips, a part of her 'Quirk' if he had to guess. Another contender was a boy with red and white hair, a burn mark covering his left eye. Although he held no weapons, the way he held himself was one of confidence and cold calculation, interesting. Before he could analyze further, Hanto heard an alarm go off, and immediately he ran forward, to the center of the arena while the crowd behind him simply stood in confusion.
"Well!? Follow the guy's lead! There won't be a timer for real life battles, GO GO GO GO!" Present Mic yelled. Loudly.
Immediately, the crowd ran forward, following Hanto's lead and jumping right into the fray.
Ahead, Hanto jumped above the arm of a two pointer villain, his mouth set in an unsettling grin as he landed on the machine's shoulder, and dug his fingers into a small slit between the arm and body, and proceeded to rip a metal slab off of the machine, and smash the thing's head in with it's own body. Letting out an inhuman clicking, his Yautja chuckle, Hanto ran and smashed another bot's arm into the ground, before twisting and flinging the piece of metal into its head.
Letting out another clicking chuckle, Hanto grabbed another scrap piece and ran forward, wanting more.
It continued like this for a good amount of time actually, so much that he didn't realize there was a timer until Present Mic's voice rang through a PA system, "1 MINUTE FOLKS! That's only 60 SECONDS!" Turning, Hanto felt his blood pump as he hunted for more of the robotic villains, but was surprised to find a practical swarm of other contestants running, away from something he gathered. Looking up, Hanto was shocked and impressed to find a gigantic, rectangular head looking down at the tiny creatures. And Hanto was excited, THIS was what he wanted, a monster, a beast, a THING to truly let loose on, to collect as a worthy trophy! THIS WAS HIS MOMENT! Letting out his loudest Yautja roar, Hanto ran forward and flung his scrap weapon upwards and into one of the 0 pointers eye. Unlike a creature, it did not reel back in pain, but it twitched from the sudden injury. Grinning, Hanto grabbed a long iron bar, a piece of building that was destroyed from the villain. Before he could charge again, Hanto heard a high pitched scream from behind.
Turning, Hanto saw the round faced girl trapped under a slab of concrete, her expression terrified even as she struggled against her entrapment. Hanto considered leaving her, as one of the most amazing trophies was right in front of him, but then he saw her again. Her expression, fearful and terrified as it was, held determination, to survive, to fight. She was trapped, and injured but she still fought against the pain and attempted over and over to stand and live. And that was the Yautja way, to fight.
Without barely a second thought, Hanto turned and ran to the round faced girl, slamming the iron bar under the slab, pushing upwards. The piece of rubble rumbled as the determined hybrid pushed it upwards, it's prisoner crawling free.
"Wow, th-thanks for that!" She thanked, nodding at Hanto with a smile. Nodding back, Hanto turned to the quickly approaching 0 pointer. And smiled. With a clicking chuckle, Hanto charged forward the iron bar held above his head, the two just about to meet in the middle just as-"AND TIME IS UUUUUUP!" Present Mic shouted, the 0 pointer stopping in its tracks. Hanto, with eyes dilated with newly found rage, roared in anger and threw the bar into a nearby building, the walls cracking under the force. Dammit, dammit it all! They took his hunt from him! His trophy! HIS GLORY! With anger flooding his veins, Hanto punched the wall, ignoring his bleeding knuckles as the building's concrete wall broke under his fists. With an angered roar, Hanto punched the last remnants of the wall inwards, the concrete crumbling to the ground. Panting, Hanto stood there, his eyes glazed over with rage.
"Are . . . a-are you alright?" A meek voice said. Turning, Hanto saw the round faced girl standing there, using an iron bar not too unlike the one he previously used as a crutch, her expression fearful, of him. Taking deep breaths, Hanto closed his eyes and tilted his head back. After a minute of breathing, Hanto opened his eyes and looked to the girl, "I'm fine, now. Just angered that the time ran out before I could fight the machine." Hanto said, pointing to the now deactivated robot over his shoulder. Nodding, the girl held a hand out, with her pinky pointed outwards, towards him. "I'm Uraraka, nice to meet you." She greeted. Hanto gave her a polite handshake, and spoke his name, "I am Hanto Hasashi, a pleasure to meet you." he intoned.
"Well, now that that is out of the way, allow me to check you two over." A voice said behind them. Hanto and Uraraka turned to find Recovery girl, dressed in her usual white coat and with a cane hobbling towards them, only reaching to Hanto's waist or so. "Good evening you two, I am Recovery Girl, but you can call me Chiyo for the moment. Allow me to take a look at those injuries of yours." She ordered, turning to Uraraka first. "Oh dear, it appears your leg is broken, just a second dear." She said, and proceeded to kiss Uraraka's hand. For a second, a soft glow shone from her leg, before dimming. Uraraka gasped, and dropped the iron bar before proceeding to jog on the spot excitedly, "It feels great! Thank you so much!" Uraraka thanked. "Not a problem dear, now let's have a look at our young man here." Recovery girl said, turning to look Hanto, "Hmmm, it appears your knuckles are rather bloodied and bruised, luckily nothing permanent, now come here please." She said. Hanto, however, shook his head. "It's fine, I do not need any healing." He said. Grimacing, Recovery girl to a step beck, "Well, I cannot give medical assistant without your permission, however I must warn you, you may find your hands to be sore for a while, and there very well may be permanent scarring." She warned. Hanto nodded, and intoned casually, "I know, I'd rather it be that way."
A week later.
Hanto Hasashi looked at the message in front of him with a grin. He knew that he would be accepted, not because he was arrogant or such, but because he knew himself best, and knew that he could do it. The Hero known as All Might had delivered the news via hologram, and had told him he had come 2nd even, just under a boy named Katsuki Bakugou, who had a total of 77 points. But 0 rescue points, of which Hanto had 30, along with his 75 villain points. His new ally (he wasn't sure they were 'friends' yet) Uraraka come third, a fact that made Hanto just a little proud, not just of her, but himself for choosing a worthy ally and comrade. But, he knew, the real challenge started from now, and Hanto couldn't wait for it.
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